Listen
Do you hear it?
The whispers of a once thriving boy
He never screams
Or shouts
But he's there
Begging for help
From anyone
But how are you supposed to fix yourself if all your tools are just one step too far?
He's gone insane
And he can't find the way back
Because there is no way back
No home left for him
Pull yourself together
They tell him
But the remains of the boy have already been scattered across the four corners of the earth
And he doesn't know where to go
He needs help
From anyone
But who's to tell him he's on his own?
YOU ARE READING
Snippets
RandomA collection of the little fishes that swim around in my head. Some people call them quotes, short stories, poems, rants etc. They distract me when I'm supposed to be doing 'important' things like homework or cleaning my room. All rights reserved...
